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Obanai smirked under his bandages, dragging his hips along Sanemi's strong thigh. The feeling of fabric sliding and rubbing his clit made him feel good. And on top of that, it irked Sanemi.
The man had been especially bitchy to Obanai all day. So naturally, he needed to pay for that. And he needed to pay on Obanai's terms. And when he tried to meditate seemed to suffice.
The pleasure sent tingles down his spine and into the pool of his stomach. His pussy wept, his arousal fluids dripping down the inside of his uniform, slicking up Sanemi's thigh as he ground the aching nub that was his clit against it.
Sanemi kept his eyes shut, brow just barely furrowed. Obanai frowned at that, but he had an idea. He unwrapped his bandages, slowly, careful not to breathe lest Sanemi hear him, before bringing his lips to the other man's neck.
Sanemi jolted, eyes squeezing shut. Good. That's exactly what Obanai wanted. Pecking his way to the jugular, Obanai bites down, tilting his head sideways so that he gets a good angle that'll be visible from up front with that uniform. Sanemi never did hide his love bites anyway. Obanai's fingers found stability in Sanemi's shoulders as he went.
Obanai grunted as Sanemi's own arms enclosed him. He was slightly annoyed at just how... well.. Sanemi was taking it. He grabbed Sanemi's hand, leading it down to his clothed cunt. Sanemi groaned, pants slowly tenting as the stimuli got to him. Obanai couldn't help but smile to himself as he held Sanemi's one hand with his own, moving his fingers with the other to entice the other into rubbing his clothed pussy unprompted.
Sanemi's fingers began moving at a pace of their own, forcing themselves as far as the cloth would yield to them, fingers rubbing against it. Obanai bit his cheek to avoid purring in pleasure. This wasn't about gratifying Sanemi. He could hold out.
Instead, he opted for as natural of a breathy moan as he could manage, tilting his hips so all his body's weight added pressure to his clit as he rubbed himself against Sanemi's firm thigh. The muscle was underneath just enough fat that it yielded slightly, cushioning Obanai rather than just hard.
Sanemi groans, and loudly. But Obanai just moves faster, chasing his pleasure as he comes. It's fast but strong as he does. His body locks and he rolls his eyes back into his head with a moan.
Sanemi reaches out for him, but Obanai just stands on shaking legs, shoots him a look, and staggers out, leaving Sanemi on the floor to deal with his hard on.